DraogavePotteralittlenudge,sineheseemedtobefrozeninpe.

“It’sgoodtoseeyouboth.Eventhough,Imustadmit,I’malittlesurprised,”MGonagallsaidafterDraohadpushedPotterdowninhisseat.Draoremainedstanding,onehandstillonPotter’sshoulder.

“Now,what’sthisabout,Malfoy?Youwereveryominousaboutwantingtoseeme.Itsoundedurgent.”

Draolearedhisthroat,hopingPotterwouldn’thatehimforwhathewasabouttodo.

“Yes,well,it’snotexatlymypetotell,”hesaid.HiseyesflikereddowntowherePotterwaspressinghispalmsagainsthisthighs.“ButIthinkthisneedstobesaid.”

Potterlookedup,overhisshoulder,hisexpressionfullofanguish.“Ian’tbelieveyou’remakingmedothis,”hehissed.

“Itwilleatyoualiveifyoudon’ttellhernow,”Draowhispered.HeturnedtoMGonagall,whowaswathingthemlosely.“Potterhassomethingtotellyou,Headmistress.I’llbewaitingoutside.”BeforeheouldwithdrawhishandfromPotter’sshoulder,hefelttremblingfingersurlaroundit.

“Pleasedon’tgo,”Pottersaidquietly.

Draoblinked.“Are—Areyousure?”

“Ian’tdothiswithout—”Hebrokeoff,obviouslytryingnottohoke.Warmth,likehehadneverfeltbefore,washedoverDrao.Nobodyhadeverneededhim.Notlikethis.

Nolongerhesitating,hesatdowntoPotter,whodidn’tletgoofhishand.

Thefollowingsilenefeltveryunomfortable.DraoouldpratiallyfeelPotter’spani.

“Potter,forgoodnesssake,what’sthematter?”MGonagallasked,hervoiesoundingmoreseriousthanbefore.

“Um…”

Drao’sheartgaveapainfulsqueezewhenPottertightenedhisgriponhishand.

“Headmistress,I—”Hisvoiewasshaking.“I—Iletyoudown.I’msorry.”

DraopeekedatMGonagall.Oneofhereyebrowswasraised,makingherlookmorestern.AssiMGonagallmove.

“WhatinthenameofMerlinareyouonabout,Potter?”

PotterexhaledloudlyandDraoouldhearallthedreadhemusthavebeenfeeling.

“I—I’mnot—”Hekepthiseyesontheirjoinedhands.“I—IquittheAurorprogram.”Hisfaetwisted,asthoughhewasinpain.“I’msorry.”

MGonagall’sfaewasunreadable.ShestudiedPotterforalongmoment,hereyesflikeringtoDraoeverynowandthen.

“Oh.Isee,”shefinallysaid.“Andhowexatlydoesthatorrespondwithyou‘lettingmedown’?”shesaid,puttingemphasisonthestfewwords,tostressthatthoseweren’therwords.

“Isn’tthatobvious?”Pottersaid,gapingather.

“Potter,Idon’tlikebeingdepitedassloworinane,soyou’llhavetobeabitmorespeifi.”

EvenDraoshudderedatherwords.Merlin,didsheknowhowsarysheouldbesometimes?Sheprobablydid.

“You,um…Infifthyear,err…whenUmbridgesaid—You…yousaidyou’d—”

“Potter,stopmumbling,”MGonagallinterruptedhim,thoughhertonewasn’tassnappishasherwords.“Unlessyou’reheretotellmeyoumurderedsomebody,itan’tbeasbadasyouobviouslythinkitis.”

Pottergulped.“Butitisbad.YouhelpedmegetintothatprogramandI—I—”

DraofeltPotter’spalmgettingsweaty.Whenitwaslearhewasn’tgoingtoontinue,MGonagalllearedherthroat.

“MayIspeakfreely,Potter?”

Slowly,PotternoddedwhilesqueezingDrao’shandsoharditwasbeginningtobepainful.

“YouwereaeptedintothatprogrambeauseofwhatyoudidtosavetheeyoftheWizardingWorld.Andalso,”sheraisedhervoiewhenPotter’sexpressiondarkened,“beauseyouareanexeptionalwizard.AllIdidwaseneyoutoworkharderwhileyouwerehereatHogwarts.”

“ButHeadmistress—”

“Potter,Ididn’tstormintotheMinistryanddemandtheymakeyouanAuror.Youdiditbyyourself.”

“Still,I—Youmustbedisappointedinme.”

“Disappointed?”MGonagallehoed.Shepressedherlipsintoatightlinebeforeshespokeagain.“Letmeaskyouthis,Potter.WhydidyouquittheAurorprogram?”

“I—It’snot—It’snotwhatIthoughtitwouldbe.Ijust—”Hisshouldersslumped.“Idon’twanttobeomeanAuroranymore.”

“Thereyouhaveit,then,”MGonagallsaid,leaningbakinherhair.Potterstaredather,inredulitywrittenalloverhisfae.MGonagallsighed.“Potter,youreallythinkI’dbedisappointedinyou?Aftereverythingyoudid?It’snotyourdutytobeomeanAuror.It’syourdutytofindsomethingyouwanttodo.”

Potter’seyeswidened.“But—But—”

“Potter!”

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